This is my lizard. Cute, huh? It has stayed with me for less than 2 years, until 4th August,1998.
It has always liked climbing out of the window and enjoy itself in the sun, placing itself
next to the plants. When it feels hungry, it comes back into the flat and asks us for food. This had been working out fine for him.
The day I left home for holiday, I told him that I would be away for 3 weeks and said that I would see him 3 weeks later.
I didn't realise that that was the last time I could ever see him.
One day, while I was in France, he climbed out of the window for a sun bath as he always did.
But he had jumped over to one of the plants from the window. The plant couldn't bear his heavy weight
and so they both fell down on to the groud from the 12th floor...
It didn't die right away, but after suffering for 2 days, he left the world...
Although it has died, it will always stay in my heart.
My Mate
Green, bright, smart are the
Impression and Reality
Across the room it marched
Lively, playfully, cheerfully.
With a few bounces it could
Reach the top. Did it get
Frightened? No fear at all.
On the windowsill it lay
Letting the beams fall on its scales
Reflecting every drop of Sun's passion like
Golden powder of the ocean.
How calm was the expression
As the sheep in the tranquil prairie
As the nightingale that rests in the nest so unmolested.
Like the marquis of the fortress
Who looks contented, so pleased with his wealth
Like Athena the goddess, so confident of her
Wisdom, so proud of her deity.
Like the eagle determined to predate
It never lets go of the prey,
Now its victim.
His eyes stare straight at the sun of
Fire ever burning, releasing unfathomable power.
The constricted pupils converge his
Dignity sharply, painlessly passing through
The eye of a needle, with
Resemblence of the spark of lightning
So much energy that reactions take place.
He's my mate who knew me well.
With patience my stories were interpreted
Though might not fully comprehend.
Comedy or tragedy through my riddles, if
It was worth he showed me his message, through
Caring winking eyes that forbade me cry,
God-forsaken stare that left me to restrain.
Sometimes I see the puzzled ambiguity.
True, why does he bother human complications?
At the beginning of the day I would give him a
Kiss of pure love and admiration.
Impurity absent in his soul
It never meant to hurt.
However incisive his claws were
However deep the stitch penetrated
Blood shed scene was not for his nature,
Unlike the fascist that had no tolerence for others.
When curiosity abandoned, delightedness molten
It was moment of depression.
Boredom was the striker,
Captivity was the reason.
While captivity and exploitation were suggested
The naive smile was often lost.
Low emotions rule, dragging away the optimism.
I made my promise before my
Departure. I said,"We would hug after a mere three weeks."
He did not keep his for he chose freedom and adventure.
Discovery of fascination he
Searched. Finally freed and would never return
Was his decision.
Truth staggering yet must be accepted,
Tore my heart to pieces like broken glass
Could not be mended. The steams of my
Eyes were streams with no terminal.
If respect must be given I beg for an exception, for
My mate cannot be possibly substituted.
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